starbucks is a little piece of heaven.


music is a shot of euphoria.
gets the rhythm in my feet.
and the blues in my soul.


no doubt about it.
my dog loves the sound of the piano.


set to change hearts and minds.


double brown faces.
two lighter brown crates.
a right preserved universe.
whose breath teases my legs.
wooden interior rests.
with passion, i am wrought.
sensual, still, arresting.
a piece of heaven i've bought.


this is how it felt.


sitting.
senses, absorb, immerse.
leave the mind aside, let the head lose its balance.
then everything becomes something else.
everything becomes related but independent contemporarily.
and you go, "now thats what i'm looking for".


spiteful, bitter, demanding, nostalgic.
what kinda combination is that.


the night uncovers fissures from down under.


me and mrs. jones
we got a thing going on
we both know that its wrong
but its much too strong to let it go now.

perfection at 6:38 AM